I hate the way you talk to me, And how you never care.
I hate the way you look at me. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big sad puppy dog eyes, And the way you read my mind.
I hate it so much it makes me sick, It even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around, And that you never text back or call.
But I mostly hate the way I don’t hate you, Not even close, Not even at all.